The young Oxonian, on the contrary, had led out one of his maiden aunts, on whom the rogue played a thousand little knaveries with impunity; he was full of practical jokes, and his delight was to tease his aunts and cousins; yet, like all mad-cap youngsters, he was a universal favourite among the women.

[…] in her eye I find A wonder, or a wondrous miracle, The shadow of myself form’d in her eye: Which being but the shadow of your son, Becomes a sun and makes your son a shadow: I do protest I never loved myself Till now infixed I beheld myself Drawn in the flattering table of her eye.

Was the priest who denounced those books of the National Board as souping books the patron of a national school?

Soon after the announcement of this year's election results, Mereka said that the father of all battles had just begun. His dispute with Muite goes back to March last year […]